C29 Trying to Scam a Weak Woman

On the side of the bed, Fu Duxing, who was wearing a hospital gown, was staring at her coldly. The aura of death scared her so much that she stopped breathing.

If it wasn't for the mist of the humidifier covering his cold face, she would have opened the door and left immediately.

"You, you..."

She was still fine in the afternoon